We lay in silence apart from his wheezing for a few minutes until Sam whispered, “I don’t really want to leave you…. but I’d better be going.�...� I looked at the clock on the TV to see that it was 1.35 am. We’d been screwing for over an hour. “OK.” I whispered back without looking at him, not knowing what the etiquette was in these situations. I glanced at him a couple of times in the mirror as he silently got dressed. Eventually he looked in the mirror to brush his hair with his fingers. Do you have any kids in this school district?’ ‘No, I live in the town ten miles west although my house is just two right turns and six miles from here. Do you live far?’ ‘No, two right turns and four miles west.’ ‘Huh, we are practically neighbors. Lets dance.’ It was a slow song and she pressed her tits to my chest immediately. My cock pressed her abdomen immediately and I sensed she was judging its size. I did not have any hopes in that regard so I just enjoyed the dance. When the song. "Oh, but you need to see this! These beautiful boys on the brink of explosion, their lovely hard cocks in their own hands... oh, how I'd love to suck each one of them off!" She grabbed at her kilt covered crotch, "They're so close..."The boy furthest away from Carol's viewpoint grunted and a thick stream of semen shot from his penis, followed closely by two more equally heavy shots. The boy, falling back to the wall behind him to brace himself, smiled and tried to catch his breath. The two. In fact the knowledge of it was part of the first rule of their criminal code: any defeated heroine was fair game sexually. This made the stakes of any altercation high for a heroine, the consequences of any defeat would more than likely be sexual. Of course once a heroine’s body was warmed by any sexual shenanigans and the touch of another quickly becomes consensual. Most heroines have made their peace with this fact and have even learned how to take a sexual defeat and turn the situation.